One Rock’n’Roll Too Many ~ or ~ knackered before the party’s even begun

I don’t know what happened to the guy who’d work hard and play even harder, I think I left him holding a kebab one night outside Chicken Joe’s. Wherever he has gone he’s left behind a bloke who can no longer down beer bongs, rack up the shots and take all sorts of substances to keep the night rolling on in top gear. He’s left and now I remain. Continue reading “One Rock’n’Roll Too Many ~ or ~ knackered before the party’s even begun”